Before I get to the juicy details I have to get all sappy on y’all.
I was eerily calm while laying in the transfer room before the doctor came in; undressed with all my womanly parts obsessively tucked under the hospital gown and thin sheet. It was just me, a bland beige room, a lone tray of sterile instruments and the loudest air conditioning vent I have ever heard. Normally being alone in this kind of situation would have led to a full-on panic attack. Today was different, though. While I was physically alone in the room I knew I was not spiritually alone. All of your encouragement and kind words yesterday and this morning honestly made an enormous difference.
I can’t thank you all enough. The next time some holier-than-thou-fertile asks why I share my infertility with the Internet I know exactly what I’ll say.
So the transfer went very well. I woke up early, did some freelance work, had chocolate oatmeal (hormonal Belle loves chocolate oats) then showered and put on the skirt I finished this weekend (photos soon, I promise). The drive to Cincinnati was pleasantly uneventful and my bladder was perfectly filled – not too much, not too little.
Dr. B explained that they thawed a straw with two embryos. One was a perfect day 6 hatching blastocyst that Dr. B said could not have been better and the other was a highly fragmented and floundering day 6 blastocyst. Based on the embryology report, he recommended transferring only the perfect Day 6 blastocyst. If we popped in the floundering one there was a chance it could negatively impact the success of the other embryo. That seemed fair and did not leave me in a tough position of having to choose one or two embryos.
The only non perfect thing about the transfer was when Dr. B swabbed my cervix and I clenched up, popping that damn speculum all the way out so it shot onto the floor. Nothing like a little comedic relief during your FET, right?! At least I did not fart on the poor man, too.
After the transfer I rested for 15 minutes, then took myself to lunch at one of my favorite little vegan spots in Cinci – Loving Hut – where I had a huge bowl of vegan pumpkin chili and a salad.
Determined to make the best of a solo transfer I followed lunch with a journey to the outskirts of the city to find a new fabric store. Teresa recommended I splurge on a treat post-transfer saying that “Wallets make nice companions, too.” When I saw all these beautiful textiles I decided I could not agree more and bought two different BEAUTIFUL voile prints. Even if FET 2.0 fails I’ll at least have two new lovely hand-made garments 🙂
And now I’m home, typing up this post and chatting with my cats. Blood test in 14 days but I’m absolutely certain I’ll be peeing on sticks way before that. Thank you again for all the love and support yesterday. I can honestly say that I would not have handled today with such grace had it not been for all your good vibes and prayers.